Nights.

Grief is always worse at night.  I wrote this a couple of years ago.

Tiny night

When does it come, when does it end

Darkness is only a symptom

Little nights, little nights I fail, I try

I surprise and surmise, I feel the

Night, the little nights, the knights,

Your face makes me cry, makes me feel at night,

Your eyes burn like hell, my fire is in the night, at night, the little night of inside

Lights, firing lights, strobing lights, pierce, tear the nights, big nights, little nights,

The boom boom nights and the firefly nights

Flicker, flicker, faint

Flicker, flicker, ain’t.

Big, no little nights. Little lights in little night

I try.